Justice

So my mind wandered today to the idea behind justice. Justice is an interesting concept. No one can truly define it and separate it from revenge. Justice, to me, is just revenge in the form of a higher power punishing a lower. Since the code of Hammurabi, has revenge has been superceded by justice or has revenge just gotten a new name?

Blogging

Blogging, what is it anyway? Is it just a means to feel empowered without truly being so? Blogging is much like a video game. A video game is built around some kind of fantasy. In every game there is something that drives you to play. You want to be a superhero, a swordswinging maniac, or a gunman. These are all things that drive you to play. A blog can be just like that. By writing these little segments that few (if any) people read I get the feeling that I am above the world, looking down and telling what I see. I feel like a god.

What is going on?

I never expected this to be a personal blog. I didn't believe that it was going to be anything other than a political and social commentary. However the fact that my family does not know it exists make it the perfect place to say how I feel without thier watchful eyes. It is here and only here that I can state that I am infuriated with how we are treating one another. We're a family, not a buisness. We need to lighten the hell up. I miss my family, I miss togetherness, and I miss love. I have no family because they have been replaced by arguing benefactors.

Awake

I woke up this morning with a feeling of silent dread. As if it was all going down today and so far, I'm right.

Oh crap,

I'm a terrible person.

I forget to do things I'm supposed to and it makes it look like a don't care. But I DO care. I care a lot. I care more than anyone can see. But it doesn't make me any better of a person that I really do care.

We all know it's what is on the outside that really counts.

Remember friends, no one is going to ask you how you really feel about things and no one is going to believe you if you tell them.

A cute girl.

I met a cute girl today. I was working my buns off at a church function. I was serving food at a marriage banquet. It was quite tiresome. Her and I got stuck washing dishes for an hour and talked about everything from vocals to not knowing what to talk about when you talk. I'm upset with myself that I didn't get her phone number or screenname for an internet thing. It was nice even though I totally didn't get her number, however I am quite tired and am going to end this post right here...

Valentines Day

What could I possibly say about a Holiday that claims to be all about love? Three words, "check your pockets."

If you have a girlfriend, chances are, they are quite empty.

First Posts Are The Worst

Perhaps you will notice that most of my blog is going to be about the wrongs I see in the world. It is important to think about why these sorts of output were created in the first place. Think back to the philosophs, Voltaire once said, "To hold a pen is to be at war," and I am quite sure that pertains to keyboards as well. So why wouldn't you protest where the world can see it? Why would you hold back when your face is anonymous and your ideas are not? Men used to be persecuted because of their ideas and now in a time and place where they aren’t allowed to stop us, we are afraid? If you don't like what I write, tell me off and if you do like what I write, tell others. How can you be facilitating change if you are going to withdraw from the fray?